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I was working on a house. Most of the guys with my were Arabs who had come here for a better life. These guys were all in tears, They came here to get away from this stuff. One of them was beatenby a customer that night as he pumped gas as a second job. I went home and waited with my wife for the kids to come home from school. I wanted to go get them as I was afraid that our town might get hit too and I wanted us to be together. There are tears in my eyes as I remember this stuff.
Damn, that was a bad day.
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